Cult of Flint

Anyone here wanna RP?

*yep!*

Okay,))

After going to sleep having finished art for the night, Tyrion wakes up and exits his bedroll.

In the morning, Flint yeets himself down a tiny chute into the main room, landing on a pile of waste. 'Morning, guys!'

"Hey Flint." He says as he immediately cleans his clothes using prestidigitation. (Typed that from memory, I think I have a problem!)

'Well, that's a smart spell! How are ya? Sleep well?'

*yeah lol*

"Yeah, I just wore my gas mask whilst I slept."

(Not a joke, Tyrion owns one)\|/

'Also smart! Ya know, ya already make a good sewer rat! Ya ever lived like this before then?'

*just curious, what was it about my pfp that looked like it lived underground?*

"Nope, just resourceful."

(the 18 rats at your feet, the hair thing (idk what it's called( and the tattered clothes, very sewer-ish, especially matched with the sig "Sewer dweller")

'Ya certainly are that! Hey, is that picture comparing me to a trash fire?'

*I guess so lol. The hair thing is a bandana*

"Yes, it is. In all the best ways."

'What kinda ways?' He seems genuinely interested, not insulted or sarcastic 

"Chaotic, messy, and causes problems for the system."

'Why thank you! I like how detailed it is! It even has 'no hot ash' written on the side!'

"You're welcome, I'm glad you didn't take it the wrong way. I have a question, where did you learn common? You speak fluently though I doubt you went to school right?"

'Here's the bit where you'll think I'm crazy, a voice in my head taught it to me. Kinda like a guardian angel'

(Did someone say foreshadowing?) "You forget that I used to live with actual demons and devils, nothing is crazy to me anymore."

'Ya got a point there mate! What was it like?'

"Warm, Phlegethos is the one that's permanently on fire. But really, it was fine not too exceptional."

'Permanently on fire is just warm to you? This place must be freezing ya blood!'